| Sailor here. Zoe is in Cape Cod, which I find curious. I am trying to visualize fish coats but simply find this beyond even my capabilities. What does a fish need with a coat? Isn�t it hot and humid on the Cape in the summer? Mom says that fish don�t need bicycles either, and that SHE personally needs a cape like a fish needs a bicycle. Huh? I suspect I shall wait another two weeks for Zoe�s return to ask her about fish and bicycles and capes. And Moms. Today, Zoe emailed me to tell me about her adventures on the deck at the summer house. There she was lying in her shady spot with some chicken necks between her paws having supper. When she was almost finished, as is her wont, she decided to stash her last one under the planter to save for a midnight snack if indeed she ever gets let outside at midnight. She pushed the neck into a corner and lay back down to contemplate her future treat. Suddenly and literally from out of the blue, an enormous seagull swooped down, wings extended and beak agape, stealing Zoe�s chicken neck! Zoe was dumfounded. Never had she seen a bird so big. Never had she been burgled out of dinner. She leaped up and watched the gull fly off with her meal, astounded and chagrined. I think it will be a long time for Zoe to recover from that one. As if that weren�t exciting enough, Zoe also said that she has a new friend. He is part border collie and visits her every day at precisely the same time on the clock every morning. Zoe says they play Spithead and wrestle and she loves him because while her tail is always high in the air, signifying dominance, his is always much lower, signifying his agreement about her alpha status. Zoe called him BW because he has black and white patches all over his body and smells BeWitching. He plays with her for an exact amount of people time (but only about two seconds in dog time) and then takes off for the next stop on his daily rounds. Clearly, here is a dog completely unconcerned with doggy time and much more in tune with what Mom calls corporate time. I, on the other hand, am completely baffled by corporate time and revel in dog time. Mom says that this world would probably be more enjoyable if the same were true for people. I wonder where BW goes and where he lives. Two days ago, BW came to Zoe�s house all squeaky clean and fluffy and smelling like the DogWash. When he left, however, BW�s legs, belly and tail were coated in black, sticky mud. �So much for the DogWash,� Zoe said. �That�ll teach them.� Zoe didn�t tell me how her fur fared, but she was a bit nervous for the rest of the day, expecting a trip to that dreaded establishment herself. Sailor lonely without his bestest pal |
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